This bus smells familiar.
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The road doesn't begin now. It's always existed and I'm only now opening my eyes to the eternity in front and behind me.
I'll bring a guitar so I don't thirst. I'll bring a journal so I don't drown.
It's easier and feels better to go when everything seems to be pushing you from all angles.
Unpussifying.
I need to be less of a pussy.
"One day I'll grow up, I'll feel the power in me...but for today, I am a child."
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